The sky-lark’s SONG HEY, laddie, hark, to the merry, merry lark; How high he singeth clear: Oh, a morn in spring is the sweetest thing That cometh in all the year! Oh, a morn in spring is the sweetest thing That cometh in all the year! Ring, ting! it is the merry spring-time; How full of heart a body feels! Sing hey, trolly lolly, oh, to live is to be jolly, When spring-time cometh with the summer at her heels! God bless us all, my jolly gentlemen! We ’ll merry be to-day; For the cuckoo sings till the greenwood rings, And it is the month of May! For the cuckoo sings till the greenwood rings, And it is the month of May! Ring, ting! it is the merry spring-time, How full of heart a body feels! Sing hey, trolly lolly, oh, to live is to be jolly, When spring-time cometh with the summer at her heels! THE SONG OF THE HUNT (OLD WARWICKSHIRE) THE HUNT is up, the hunt is up; Sing merrily we, the hunt is up! The wild birds sing, The dun deer fling, The forest aisles with music ring! Tantara, tantara, tantara! Then ride along, ride along, Stout and strong! Farewell to grief and care; With a rollicking cheer For the high dun deer And a life in the open air! Tantara, the hunt is up, lads; Tantara, the bugles bray! Tantara, tantara, tantara, Hio, hark away!
Songs from "Master Sky-Lark"
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